Indian Pacific

From coast to coast by night and day Hear the clicking of the wheels The humming of the diesel On her ribbons of steel Carrying the memories Of a nation built by hand See the Indian Pacific span the land She's the pride of all the railway men Cross country where she flies From the blue Pacific waters To where the mountains rise By lakes and wide brown rivers Through desert country dry See the Indian Pacific passing by Oh the Indian Pacific She goes rolling down the track Five thousand miles to travel Before she's there and back Beside the line a drover waves His battered old grey hat And kids are catching yabbies Down by the river flat And a woman hangs her washing In the backyard near the line As the Indian Pacific's rolling by Fiddle Solo : Hear the whistle blowing lonely 'Neath the Nullabor star light Saluting those who walked across The track she rides tonight Calling to the railway camp And the fettlers on the line I'm the Indian Pacific right on time From the silver of the Broken Hill To old Kalgoorlie gold She mirrors all the colours Of the land so hard and old Then the western flowers are blooming And the air is just like wine And the Indian Pacific's making time Oh the Indian Pacific She goes rolling down the track Five thousand miles to travel Before she's there and back From the waters of the western sea To the eastern ocean sand The Indian Pacific spans the land Oh The Indian Pacific spans the land